Vanity, that’s what they call it. Is it vanity to want to be loved and remembered? Adored and obeyed? Needed? Wanted? Not swept aside? Not abandoned anymore?

They’ll love me as long as I’m beautiful.

The line I’ve been told my whole life. The line I’ve lived by my whole life.

Some say, no, people will love you for what’s on the inside.

Yeah, right. The only reason the King ever married me was because of my beauty. The only reason the whole Kingdom adores me is because of my beauty.

Until Snow came.

Snow has a natural sweet kind of beauty. She doesn’t need make-up at all, and you would call her the prettiest girl in the Land.

I’ve learned a long time ago, if you’re second best, you don’t matter at all. The top is the only place to strive for.

How long is it before the Kingdom throws me away? Before I’m no longer of any value to the King? Before all the hurt and pain comes back?

Before I’m not loved anymore?

“Kill Snow White,” I tell to the Hunter bowing before me. “Bring back her heart for me to see,”

The Hunter nods, but not before I see the sympathy flash in his eyes.

That annoys me. I’m going to be a murderer, yes, but at least I’ll be loved.

That’s the only things that matters.